


The Thing About Lois Lane

by giantessmess



Category: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Genre: F/F, established Supercat
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-03-27
Updated: 2017-10-05
Packaged: 2018-10-11 14:10:38
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,465
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10466847
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/giantessmess/pseuds/giantessmess
Summary: Kara discovers the real reason behind the lengthy feud between Cat and Lois.





	1. Chapter 1

Cat frowned at the photo in front of her. Glared at it every which way she could, and slipped it back into the top drawer of her desk, along with the cheap envelope it had come in. She resisted to the urge to tear apart the flimsy little note it had come with. Honestly, did Lois Lane not have any taste? The paper was thin, cheap. Not even card-stock. If you were going to send a taunting note with a photo attached, you should at least do it with some decent stationary.

“Miss Grant?’

Cat snapped to attention when she saw Kara in front of her desk. She frowned, realizing she was playing with the note, drawing attention to it.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” she snapped. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Kara hesitated, but her stare was firm and unwavering.

“I know you had a letter from Lois Lane in today’s mail,” she said. “And you’ve been staring into space for the last ten minutes.”

“I do not stare into space, Kiera.”

“Ok. Right.” 

Cat knew that look. Kara was trying to school her features so she didn’t look annoyed. Work Kara was so much more patient than Home Kara. But Home Kara came with many more benefits, which Cat sorely missed when they had to play professional in the office. More’s the pity.

“I was merely plotting ways to get away with murder.”

“Cat…” Kara may have rolled her eyes affectionately. So much for professionalism.

“At the very least, some form of public humiliation will do. Perhaps to the tune of the movie _Carrie_. How much is pig’s blood these days?”

“Cat, I know you want to tell me,” Kara said. “Now or later. I know what that face means.”

“My, someone ate their wheaties today, didn’t they?”

“Is it a threat? Did she send something cruel? Do I need to fly over there?”

“Oh, please,” Cat said. “Don’t pretend she’d be anything but delighted to see you. I know you have lunch with her when your cousin visits.”

“Still…”

Cat squinted at her. Then she looked back down at the note. Pathetic, taunting. It made a lot of assumptions. She looked back at Kara, who was looking determined, but still afraid. Cat decided to throw caution to the wind. She held the note out. 

“See for yourself.”

Kara looked at it with some trepidation, but took it. A look of confusion came over her face as she read it.

“But…I don’t get…what does this mean?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory.”

Kara blinked, and read the note out. It was only short.

“A little memento to remind you of what you’re missing out on.”

Cat pulled a face.

“Like I’d miss that smug face of hers. She is way too high on her own hype.” Cat opened the drawer, taking out the picture. “The fact that she kept evidence says more about her than it does about me, wouldn’t you say?”

“I don’t….”

“Oh, unclench already, Kara.”

Kara did glare then.

“If you don’t show it to me, I’m never heating your coffee again,” Kara cleared her throat. “Or using my freeze breath when we…um…”

Cat frowned, deciding on whether to call Kara’s bluff. She sighed after a moment, and handed it over.

“At least it’s a flattering enough angle for the both of us.”

Kara’s eyes widened, then her cheeks pinked. But, far from being awkward or stuttering, something in her hardened suddenly. Her lips became a thin line and her eyes grew darker. The photo crumpled a little in her grip. She marched right out to the balcony, forcing Cat to hurry after her. 

“Are you going to throw it over the edge, or—”

“I’ll kill her.”

“Kara.”

“No, you don’t… she _knows_ what you mean to— and she…”

“Kara.”

“And you!” Kara said, turning to Cat, ponytail flying. “You _dated_ Lois? You dated her?”

“Date is too tender a word for that absolute clusterfuck.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I meant to go through all my awful past sex mistakes, make you a list so you can always have it on hand for emergencies?”

“Yes!” Kara said. But she lowered her voice. People were beginning to stare through the glass of Cat’s office. Kara gritted her teeth. “When the _person_ …when it’s my _cousin’s_ …when it’s _Lois Lane_ , Cat.”

“She wasn’t very memorable.”

Kara simply glared, and Cat had the sense to look abashed.

“I’m sorry, darling. It’s not like I’m very proud of that, that…”

“Relationship.”

“Clusterfuck.” Cat corrected, pressing the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. “I’m not particularly fond of revisiting it.”

“Well, too bad.”

Cat sighed.

“Whatever happened to Work Kara?”

“Oh don’t you even. It’s a naked picture, Cat. With…Oh Rao…” Kara handed it back suddenly. “My poor eyes.” 

“Imagine how I feel.”

“Cat.”

“I don’t know how closely you looked, but you can probably tell by how un-saggy Lois’s tits are that it was at least fifteen years ago.”

“Rao’s light, please don’t make me think of that.”

“It happened a long time ago, when I was young and stupid. I would never be fooled by a harpy like that now.”

“I think _harpy_ is too harsh a—”

“How about Sea Witch? Gorgon? Succubus? In any case, I’m not the same person I was then. I’m much less likely to wander heedlessly into the sea, only to dash my idiot head against the rocks and drown.”

“That’s….” Kara cleared her throat. “Vivid.”

“I’m saying she broke my heart, Kara. Badly. And with a great deal of enthusiasm.”

“Oh.”

“And this…this is just another missive in her decade-long campaign of rubbing my nose in it,” she cleared her throat. “So to speak.”

“Ugh.”

“You are aware of the cold war I have been waging with that woman for the past fifteen years? That part isn’t news.”

“No, but. I thought…I don’t know what I thought.”

“I send her things taunting her about how utterly untalented and hideous she is—this time it was a news clipping about the award I got last month. And a stock photo of a bridge. For her to live under. Because she’s a troll.” 

“Cat.”

“And she sends, well…”

“I can’t….I don’t…” Kara crossed her arms, not finishing the sentence. “I’m going to kill her.”

“This one is a new low, I will admit. Usually she just sends me unflattering press clippings about all my failings. And any photo evidence of visible panty lines in my red carpet looks.”

Kara let out a breath. When she met Cat’s eyes it was clear how upset she is.

“She can’t do this. Not things like this.”

“I encourage her, Kara,” Cat said, rolling her eyes. “I know I shouldn’t, but at this point I am not going to concede defeat.”

“This isn’t a _game_. It’s not funny, Cat.”

“I know.”

“There are other people involved. Me, Kal.”

“Kara.”

“I don’t care if you have to swallow your goddamn pride, Cat. Both of you. This is going to stop,” Kara narrowed her eyes, but she was looking too hurt for the glare to be that effective. “It stops. Now.”

She headed back inside suddenly, shrugging off Cat’s hand on her arm. 

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking a half-day,’ Kara muttered. “Ok?”

“Kara, please.”

“No, you don’t get to…” Kara said, closing her eyes with a breath. “I’m too...mad. I’ll be at Alex’s. For a bit.”

Cat watched her leave, blinking a little in the afternoon sun. She looked down at the photo in her hand and began to tear it into pieces.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I think a heap of us headcanon the whole "Lois broke Cat's heart" thing as the reason behind all their toxic sniping. In my view, "strong female characters" shitting on each-other due to petty jealousy over men belongs in a different century. And the nod to that in the show was clearly a throwback to when that was just the default thing they did with strong women. (I mean, I've seen screencaps of DCU Cat griping that Superman should be dating her, not Lois. Deep stuff, DC) And that is all I see on late 90's shows like Ally McBeal.) That type of crap has no place in a smart characterization of feminist Cat Grant. *mic drop*


	2. Chapter 2

It was late in the evening. Enough time had passed for Cat to wallow in several drams of excellent scotch. And to sober up into a slight headache, while the late-night news flashed images of the Supergirl's latest rescue, as if taunting Cat with Kara's absence. Cat wished she was drunk enough to ignore the sound of her ringing cell and just be done with the day. But she picked it up anyway, frowning when she read the call register.

“What on Earth do you want, Lane?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch, thanks to you.”

“No, no,” Cat hummed, reaching for the remote to turn the TV off for good. “I think you’ll find it’s due to your creative use of the postal system.”

“He’s not even speaking to me, Grant.”

“Good.”

“And I know Kara went to stay at her sister’s, so you can get off that high horse right now.”

“Not if it means wallowing down there with you.”

“Aren’t you going to at least try and talk to me?”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“Really? I have a drawer full of shit you needed to say to me. Some of it is pretty damn colorful.”

“What do you want, Lois?”

“Oh it’s Lois now?”

“I’m hanging up. I’ve had an utterly shitty day, thanks to you.”

“No, wait…” Lois said. “Look, we can’t go on like this.”

“You’re only saying this because your Man Of Steel is giving you the cold shoulder. Put me down as unconvinced.”

“Aren’t you sick of it?”

“Of course I’m sick of it!”

“Then why didn’t you stop?”

“Why didn’t you stop?” Cat let out a sigh. “I suppose it became a habit, didn’t it?”

“It did.”

“So,” Cat sauntered over to her mini-bar and poured herself another drink. “Talk.”

“I’m not sure what to say.”

“And yet you used those stubby little fingers of yours to punch in my number. Seems like a waste of a very finite brain cell resource.”

“Ok, I can see where this conversation is headed.”

“Oh?” Cat sipped. “Please tell me, where?”

“You were always on that high horse. From the minute we met.”

“That’s because I was and still am legitimately better than you, Lane.”

“Oh please, Kitty,” Lois laughed. “All that preening and fanning of your feathers like a little bird? It speaks to a real inferiority complex.”

“Does it now?”

“And all because I didn’t want you.”

“It was more complicated than that, Harpy.”

“You always were the first to resort to name-calling.”

“That’s not true and you know it.”

“Fine,” Lois sighed. “Sometimes I’d just…react. You were just so clingy.”

“Clingy? I was not _clingy_.”

“It was suffocating.”

“I was in love with you! You… swamp monster from the black lagoon.”

“Oh believe me, I know. It was blindingly obvious.” 

“I will hang up, Lane. I swear to God.”

“What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?”

“Not if you’re utterly unrepentant. I will not be placated.”

“People break up, Kitty.”

“Oh honestly! You think it’s because I was so desperate to be with you? You think that’s why I want to ram rusty spikes under your fingernails? To this day?”

“It’s not?”

“And people think I’m the one with the ego,” Cat muttered. “You were cruel, Lois.”

“Oh.”

“You toyed with me. Like some pet. And if you can’t see why _that_ would leave me plotting your untimely death, you really are as stupid as you look.”

“You fought back. It’s not like you didn’t throw a few punches yourself.”

“Only after.”

“Are we really playing the _you started it_ game?”

“You asked. You wanted to have this discussion. I’d be more than happy to leave you to that hideous floral monstrosity in your living room. I hope you’re very happy together.”

“I’m sorry, ok?”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t remember what I did, Cat.”

Cat let out a humorless laugh.

“Of course you don’t.”

“Was it…because of the Independent Journalist Award?”

“No, Lois. It had nothing to do with you winning any goddamn award.”

“But, after?”

“Of course it was what happened after, you insipid child.”

“It was one night.”

“It was the next day. And the day after that. We’d already broken up and you went and, what? Let me foolishly believe? You knew what I felt for you.”

“It’s not my fault that you can’t keep your hysteria to a minimum.”

“Oh yes, it’s my fault for having human emotions. Great.”

“I can’t help what you feel!”

“Felt, Lane. _Felt_. I certainly don’t harbor any warm fuzzies for you these days.”

Lois let out a breath, and Cat thought maybe she’d fallen asleep. That this terrible stroll with the ghost of relationship’s past was finally done with. But Lois cleared her throat after a moment.

“I laughed at you.”

Cat closed her eyes. But she didn’t answer.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Lois said. “Because I humiliated you over those flowers. For a couple of weeks?”

Cat sighed.

“What,” she muttered. “Do you want a gold star? Should I clap?”

“No.”

“Well, show’s over,” Cat said. “Can finally hang up? Or is there more of this rubbish to endure?”

“I am sorry,” Lois said. “That wasn’t my proudest moment. What I did.”

“It’s done.”

“And then I dragged it out for fifteen years.”

“I stuck around,” Cat said. “And did a fair bit of the dragging too, if you recall.”

They were both quiet for a moment, neither sure how to proceed from here.

“Maybe…” Lois hesitated “Burn that picture.”

“Oh, I can assure you that ship has already sailed. With the help of some very fine alcohol.”

“Thank God,” Lois sighed. “What happens next?”

“Well,” Cat said. “I imagine there will be a fair amount of groveling where Clark is concerned.”

“And Kara. Considering she’s not even willing to sleep in the same general city-block area as you right now.”

“Obviously,” Cat muttered. “But if I know her, I assume there will be some forced dinner occasion in the near future. Where you and I make nice and talk about Netflix’s latest offering, under the watchful eye of two very chipper members of the House of El.”

“Oh God. There’s no avoiding it, is there?”

“No,” Cat said. “Be sure not to wear that green dress. You know, the one that makes you look like a _Dreamworks_ Ogre.”

“As long as you stay clear of that pale grey thing that makes you look every day of your fifty-two years.”

“Fifty-one.”

“Not for much longer, Kit-Kat.”

“Oh, blow me, Lesser Lane.”

Lois laughed, and Cat found herself smiling. 

“You know,” Lois said. “I’m glad we talked.”

Cat blamed the last swallow of scotch for the feeling of warmth suddenly filling her chest. She cleared her throat.

“Yes, well.”

That just made Lois laugh again, before she finally did hang up.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I thought I'd be done with this, but it feels like there should be more. Stay tuned to see if my brain continues to be capable of stringing these words together. Seems like it. (This was also supposed to be part of that challenge, but I can't for the life of me remember the prompt word).


	3. Chapter 3

Cat crossed her arms, waiting for the sub-par elevator to grind its way up to Alex’s floor. It smelt—of sweat and cheap cologne and something far too meaty for eight in the morning on a Saturday. She tried not to get annoyed. Falling into in a bad mood before this altercation would not serve her well.

Alex opened the door, but she wasn’t particularly friendly about it. 

“Cat.”

“I want to speak to Kara.” She took in Alex’s expression and added, “please.”

“Kara?” Alex asked, her tone a little sharp. “And why would the woman you’re planning to marry be here, instead of at home?”

“Alex, I’m not having this conversation in the hallway.”

Alex sighed and stepped aside, leading Cat to the living room, where the TV seemed settled on some annoying music program. Alex turned it off.

“Where is she?” Cat asked.

“She left early this morning. To patrol, she said.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Alex said. “So, any damage she does to city property will be your problem to fix.”

“I’m fully aware.”

Alex’s arms were crossed, and she was giving Cat a stare-down that Cat didn’t really appreciate.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much trouble am I in?”

“Seven.” Alex said. 

“ _Seven_? Still?”

“It’s been less than twenty-four hours,” Alex said. “I mean—Lois Lane? Honestly, Cat. You know how complicated her relationship with Clark is. Do you have any idea how awkward it was to listen in to that phone conversation?”

“She didn’t have to call him.”

“Oh yes she did.”

“It was a decade or so before I even knew Kara!”

“Uh-huh, and there were a ton of opportunities to tell her. Literally dozens and dozens, I’ll bet.”

Cat sighed.

“I didn’t hurt her on purpose.”

“You never do.”

“Alex.”

“I know,” Alex said. “But it doesn’t matter that you love her, if you’re going to keep pulling shit like this. Do I have to tell you, of all people, to act your age? Again? Really?”

“I don’t appreciate that.”

“Tough.”

“It’s not like you’re so perfect.”

“Yeah, but this isn’t about me is it?”

Cat closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. To push down those defenses that had sprung up, unbidden.

“I know.” She looked at Alex, then. “I know, alright? I do.”

Alex’s expression seemed to soften a little. She uncrossed her arms and nodded towards the kitchen.

“It’s early still. I bet you’re dying for some caffeine.”

“Oh God, yes.”

* * *

Cat was curled up with a book, which she was having trouble following. Alex had thrust it at her sometime that morning and it hadn’t done her much good in the hours since. The couch was soft in the wrong places, hard in others and itchy as a final insult. Cat’s body was tense, her anxiety rising even more when she remembered her forgotten Lexapro. And still she waited. And then waited some more. When she finally heard Kara come into a landing on Alex’s balcony the feeling was of an immediate sense of relief. But her anxiety didn’t disappear when Kara pushed inside, cape trailing behind her. If anything it became a little worse, and Cat tried to calm herself with a slow breath. Kara saw her quickly. Her first expression was confusion before becoming something more steely.

“What are you doing here, Cat?”

Cat held up the book.

“Alex said I could borrow this.”

“So you thought you’d come over and read it all right here? In her living room?”

“Why not?”

“Where’s my sister?”

“She went out.”

“She wouldn’t…”

“Kara,” Cat put the book aside, standing. Trying not to let her nerves show. “You know why I’m here.”

Kara held up her hands, her voice breaking a little.

“I can’t…”

“Please, Kara,” Cat took one step forward, even as Kara took one step back. ‘I need to tell you how sorry I am.”

“No. I don’t want to talk to you until you fix it.”

“With Lois?” 

Kara frowned, but nodded.

“Well, we made up.”

“Really?” Kara’s voice was a little contemptuous. “Just like that?”

“Not _just like that_. It was full of pain and suffering, but I decided to suck it up already.”

Kara blinked.

“Oh.”

“You can call her and check if you like. But we’re both aware we’ve been incredibly juvenile about this.”

“And that’s it? Apology over?”

“No! I never said—”

“Do you even know why I was so furious?”

“Of course I do,” Cat said. “I betrayed your trust.”

Kara swallowed, nodding.

“Did I ever tell you what it was like, when I first arrived?”

Cat tried not to show her confusion at this change of topic.

“Some…some of it.”

“Kal was…” Kara shook her head, trying not to allow the rest of the thought. “He wasn’t ready. Wasn’t grown-up enough to have a kid.”

“And yet you would have looked after him. An infant. When you were aged thirteen.”

“Cat,” Kara said. “Just let me say this, ok?”

Cat motioned with her hand briefly, for Kara to continue. 

“Lois was the first person who took care of me. Took me shopping, or tried to. It was all so overwhelming. But she tried. She would have been ok, if I had stayed. I never doubted that.”

“Oh,” Cat blinked a couple of times. “I didn’t…”

“I don’t like talking about it.”

“I know.”

“And even when Kal dropped me off at the Danvers. He left, and I was with strangers. Lois must have had a huge fight with him, because a few days later there she was.”

“In Midvale?”

“She didn’t stay long. But it was…” Kara let out a breath. “You just should have told me.”

“I know.”

“Do you have any idea how dumb I feel? Like, it’s all a joke to you. My relationship with her, with Kal. I don’t even know….”

“It’s not a joke.”

“Please, Cat.”

“It’s not! I didn’t mean to be so flippant, it just comes out sometimes.”

“I know.”

“You know what I’m like. I’m not saying it’s an excuse, but the vitriol between me and Lois was mostly my pretending….well…that she hadn’t hurt me.”

“But you’re with me, now,” Kara said. “Doesn’t that count for anything?”

“Of course it does,” Cat said, feeling a little desperate. “But if I’d told you, I would have had to tell you all of it. How it ended.”

Kara looked directly at her then.

“How did it end?”

“Kara, I can’t…”

“Am I just a kid to you? Is that it? Is it all too weird? Has it gotten too hard?”

“Of course not. Please.” Cat wasn’t sure what she was begging for, only that she was. “It didn’t have anything to do with you. Or your age. Or my age.”

“It kinda does, though, doesn’t it?”

“Kara.”

“You have this past life, and some of it intersects with mine. Most of it doesn’t. But this did and there was no way for me to know that. Because I wasn’t old enough to be there. I mean…in some ways I can never really know you, or have all of you. Some gaps are too large. Maybe Alex was right, what she said at the start.”

“Oh fuck that, she was _not_ right,” Cat snapped. “She doesn’t even think that now. She’s left me in her apartment just so I can talk to you!”

“Doesn’t make it less true.”

“You don’t really believe that. I know you don’t.”

“Do you really think we’re making this work?”

“Please don’t leave me, Kara.”

“It’s not like I want to!”

Cat didn’t realize she was crying until she struggled to get the next few words out.

“We’re supposed to get married next spring.”

Warmth enveloped her suddenly, as Kara wrapped her arms around her. Her vision blurred and she felt the roughness of Kara’s suit against her cheek. Kara’s voice, softly saying it was ok. 

“I love you so much, Cat.”

Cat let out a shuddering breath, but she couldn’t manage to get any words out. Just another breath, a small hiccup, and another sigh. It was typical that this was the moment Alex chose to come home. Cat didn’t put two and two together that the thumping sound was the door opening. Not until she heard Alex cry out.

“Kara! What did you do to her?”

Cat tried to pull away, but Kara held onto her fast, leaning in to kiss the top of her head. Cat managed to let out an embarrassing sniffle.

“It’s ok, Alex,” Kara said.

“No it isn’t! You broke Cat Grant.”

Cat did yank herself away then, trying to shoot Alex a glare. Tried to say she was fine, but all that came out was a lot of vowels. Her eyes were blurry, and she felt so tired suddenly. She allowed Kara to hold her again. Kara’s arms were strong and sure, and Cat heard Alex speak to her sister softly.

“Take her home, ok?”

She felt Kara move a little, imagining she had nodded. And then Kara was saying something, about lifting them both up. And was it ok? Of course it was ok. Cat allowed Kara to cradle her, bridal-style, as they made it to the balcony. She closed her eyes, feeling the rush of air against her face as they flew home.

* * *

Within the hour of them getting back, Carter had arrived home from his father’s. Cat managed to paste on enough make-up to pass as reasonably ok to him, though he looked at her sideways a little, before heading to his room to check on the various experiments-in-progress that sat on his windowsill. There was always a suspicious smell coming from his door these days, and Cat had confiscated several of the more caustic chemicals, but somehow after showing them to Alex they all returned to him. Instead Cat made him promise to run anything too extreme by his aunt.

“He knows when you’re upset, you know,” Kara said, when the coast was clear. 

“I know,” Cat sighed. “Sometimes I worry. He’s far too precocious for his own good.”

“I think he’s just perceptive,” Kara said. “He cares about you.”

Cat smiled, and reached out a hand, which Kara took. Cat gave their shared grasp a squeeze.

“I’m not sure I’d survive losing you, you know.”

“Cat.”

“It’s true,” she closed her eyes, pausing for a moment before continuing. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you.”

“About?”

Cat gave her a wry look.

“Oh…I mean, ok. But only if you—”

“Kara,” Cat said. She nodded towards the couch, and they sat, not quite touching. As if Cat needed the distance for the moment.

“We were in college together,” she began. “Lois and I. Roommates the first year. It’s such a cliché, I’m almost mad at how unoriginal I am. I was in love with her. Madly, pathetically, writing-poetry-at-midnight in love with her. It was off and on, with her using me, then dumping me. She said I was clingy, and maybe I was. I didn’t have much sense when it came to her. And when she dumped me for the last time she was cruller than usual. I had tried too hard, been too obvious. She called me delusional, and I must have been because I was still hoping, right until the end.... I was like some kicked puppy,” Cat sighed. “We’ve been trading barbs ever since. I gave as well as I got. I’m not proud of any of it.”

“Oh, Cat.”

Cat reached for Kara’s hand, but Kara scooted over instead, wrapping Cat in her arms. Cat let out a chuckle.

“It wasn’t because I didn’t want to tell you,” she said. “It was just…humiliating. Hands down one of the worst things that has ever happened to me. And that includes falling out of President Marsden’s exploding plane.”

“Well, I did catch you,” Kara mused, kissing Cat’s cheek.

“Mmmm. That was nice.”

“The kiss or the rescue?”

“Both,” Cat said.

“I’ll always catch you, you know,” Kara said, turning serious. “No matter what it is. This is different to what you had with Lois. It always was. It always will be.”

Cat let out a happy sigh. 

“I know.”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Ok, _now_ it's finished. This took a turn. From something that started so I could write clever quips about Lois to real human feels and stuff. You're welcome?  
>  And of course I'm updating this, not the various other things I should be finishing or doing. Oh well.
> 
> Also, does Alex have a balcony? She does now.


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